They had been circling each other online for nearly two years. On Recon and FetLife, under anonymous handles, Alex and the man who would become Object 87 exchanged messages that started as casual kink discussions but deepened into a shared blueprint for total enclosure. Alex, the dominant with a gallery of sealed drones under his belt, shared photos of his previous creations—Drone 001, Unit 42—faceless black rubber forms, tubes snaking from hidden ports. The man, entranced, sent back measurements, nude photos, and signed digital contracts promising irreversible submission if they ever met in person. "I want to be like them," he typed one night. Alex replied simply: "Then come."When Alex texted, "I'm in your city. Train station, 22:17," the man arrived early, heart pounding under his jacket. Alex was there, tall in his black latex trench coat, exuding the calm authority of someone who had done this before. No greetings in public; Alex nodded toward a black sedan, and the man followed without a word. The drive to the rented apartment was silent, the air thick with anticipation.
Day 1: The Collar and the TeaseThe apartment was a temporary lair: blacked-out windows, rubber-sheeted furniture, and a faint scent of silicone lube and vulcanized latex. Alex locked the door and turned, his eyes appraising. "Strip," he commanded.The man complied, folding his clothes neatly as Alex watched. Naked, vulnerable, he stood while Alex circled him like a sculptor inspecting clay. From a duffel bag, Alex produced the first item: a thick, black latex collar, 5 cm wide, with embedded D-rings and a subtle lock at the back. "This is the beginning," Alex said, buckling it around the man's neck, the rubber cool and unyielding against his skin. It wasn't glued yet—just a taste. Alex adjusted it snugly, the pressure a constant reminder of control.That night, Alex introduced light bondage: steel cuffs on wrists and ankles, chained loosely to the bed frame. No sex, no heavy play—just the man sleeping in the collar, his mind racing with what was to come. "Still sure?" Alex asked in the morning. The man nodded eagerly.
Day 2: The Initial Catsuit and Chastity TrialAlex started with hygiene: a full-body shave in the shower, every hair removed from neck to toes. "Smooth for the latex," Alex explained, his gloved hands efficient. Dried and powdered with talc, the man was led to the living room table, where the first catsuit waited—a 0.4 mm chlorinated black latex number from Regulation, with rear zipper and separate hood.Alex helped him into it, starting at the feet: toes slid into built-in socks, the material clinging like a second skin as it was pulled up calves, thighs, over hips. The man gasped as the latex encased his groin, the open crotch exposing him momentarily. Alex smoothed wrinkles, his touch clinical yet intimate, zipping from the small of the back up to the neck. "Breathe," Alex instructed as the compression hit.Next, the chastity: a Holy Trainer v5 nano, pink silicone for humiliation. Alex applied ice to shrink the man, then slid on the ring, threaded the cage over his flaccid penis, and clicked the lock shut. "This stays on until we're ready for the permanent one," Alex said. The man tested it, feeling the unyielding grip.The open-face hood came last for the day: pulled over his head, lacing tight at the back, leaving only eyes, nose, and mouth free. They spent the evening with the man on all fours, leashed to the collar, serving Alex drinks. Sleep was chained again, the suit and cage amplifying every sensation.
Day 3: Catheter Introduction and Gag Test"Today we handle waste," Alex announced after breakfast (fed to the man by hand). Strapped to a medical-grade bondage chair—arms and legs immobilized—the man watched Alex prep the silicone Foley catheter: 14 Fr, sterile, with a 10 ml balloon.Alex lubed the tip, parted the man's legs, and slowly inserted it through the urethra, the burn making the man wince. "Relax," Alex coached, advancing until it hit the bladder. Saline inflated the balloon inside, anchoring it. The external tube was taped to his thigh, connected to a leg bag. "You'll pee without thinking now," Alex said, demonstrating by pressing on the man's abdomen—urine flowed involuntarily.For the gag: a 50 mm silicone penis trainer from Organotoy. Alex buckled the strap-on version into the man's mouth, filling it, teaching him to breathe through his nose. It stayed in for two hours, drool pooling, before removal. "Good boy," Alex praised. The question came again: "Still sure?" A muffled nod.The catsuit stayed on, rotated with an identical one for cleaning. Chastity remained locked.
Day 4: Anal Plug and Restraint BindersHygiene first: the catheter bag emptied, suit wiped down. Alex introduced the anal tunnel plug: 45 mm silicone from SquarePegToys, hollow center for passage. Bent over the table, the man felt lube, then pressure as Alex worked it in, the wide flange seating against his skin. "This stays," Alex said, though not glued yet—just held by the suit's pressure.Restraints escalated: rubber arm binders, folding elbows together behind his back, zipped and locked. Leg binders forced a frogtie position, knees bent, thighs strapped to calves. Ballet boots completed it—pointed toes, no heels, laced tight. The man hobbled awkwardly, every step a reminder of vulnerability.Evening: light impact play over the latex, a flogger's thud. Sleep in full gear, bound to the bed.
Day 5: Micro-Cage and Tunnel Plug Gluing"Time for permanence," Alex declared. The Holy Trainer came off; ice shrank the man again. The titanium micro-cage—18 mm stub, 3D-printed—slid over, catheter threaded through its center. Mouldlife PS Composite adhesive coated the flange and pubic skin; Alex pressed it firm for 20 minutes, the man strapped down, feeling the bond set.The tunnel plug followed: removed briefly, flange glued with the same adhesive, reseated deep. "No more removal without tools," Alex said.Nasal tubes tested: temporary silicone trumpets in nostrils, connected to a breathing rig. Uncomfortable but functional. Gag back in, longer this time.
Day 6: Hood and Feeding Port IntegrationThe hood upgraded: attached to the suit now, with ports. Alex threaded the hollow 65 mm penis gag into the man's mouth, buckling it, the feeding tube running through its center. "Swallow around it," Alex instructed.Nasal tubes glued semi-permanently: Mouldlife around the rims, trumpets seated deep. Breathing shifted fully nasal. First liquid feed: 500 ml keto shake syringed through the port, straight to stomach.Restraints finalized: mono-sleeve for arms, permanent frogtie binders glued at seams with rubber cement.
Day 7: The Final SealingThe culmination. Strapped to the chair one last time, the man—now barely recognizable—watched Alex prepare the ultimate catsuit: 0.5 mm glued-seam from Fantastic Rubber, custom ports for catheter, tunnel, nasal tubes, and feeding.Alex peeled off the old suit, inspected skin, applied talc. New suit on: feet first, up legs (binders integrated), over glued plug and cage, arms into mono-sleeve. Torso encased, hood attached. Catheter and tubes threaded through ports, sealed with liquid latex.The gluings: black vulcanizing glue around neck and torso rims, rolled up and pressed 30 minutes. Mouldlife reinforced the hood seal. Nasal NG tube added permanently, glued at nostril.Alex stepped back. The man—Object 87 now—lay immobilized, a shiny black form, only tubes protruding. "Sealed," Alex whispered.From there, the keeping began: basement relocation, automated feeds every four hours, monthly partial inspections. No escape, no reversal—just endless, perfect enclosure.
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